An Old Fashioned Girl 76334,2303 I awoke some time before my alarm went off, as usual. I lay there in the cozy, warm darkness enjoying the sensation of moving my toes and fingers in the slick softness of my silken sheets and nightgown, turning very slightly from side to side to feel the unyielding stiffness and scintillating tightness of my long, confining night corset, straining my wrists ever so gently against the implacable steel of the handcuffs which restrain my arms behind me at night. I'll wait until the music comes on my clock radio at 7 before I get up and carefully cross the room to my dressing table, where I've left the key to my handcuffs. Only then will I be able to remove the tight, padded satin blindfold which has kept me in the cozy, warm darkness long past the rising of the sun. Now begins the morning ritual of undressing completely for the bath. First the long, billowy Victorian nightgowns, with their acres of soft, shiny silk; next, the task of unlacing the long night corset, untying the knot at the waist, freeing the yards of braided silk ribbon that were wrapped around my waist, after being so carefully and tightly pulled through the 36 pairs of eyelets only last night, releasing the terrific pressure that has confined my body from shoulders to knees all through the night, imposing a much more desirable shape upon my willing flesh, strictly training and disciplining, yet lovingly caressing me. Finally the sides of the corset are far enough apart that the studs on the steel busk can be unslotted and the corset removed. The sensation of relief at my release from the night's prison makes me think that today I will leave off my corsets and go about free and unconfined. But before I am even finished with my bath I will be longing for the embrace, the warmth, the security of my corsets, and I will tightly lace myself up for yet another day. Once the corset is off, the silk drawers and chemise follow quickly, leaving only the task of peeling off the very tight, silky lycra support stockings which keep my legs in such perfect condition. Nakedness, so prized by so many, is very different for me. I love my pretty body; I care for it scrupulously with a strictly proper diet and two or three hours of ballet, modern dance, and bicycling every day, plus frequent long walks. But my body doesn't come alive until it is covered with layers of silk and snugly confined inside a stiff, tightly-laced corset. After a brisk scrub I dry myself, wiggle into a pair of my support stockings, and begin to dress for the day. My involvement in graduate school and the consulting work I do rarely give me a day (except for weekends) to enjoy the luxuries of Victorian dresses during the day. So I choose less voluminous, tailored lingerie, whose bulk won't show beneath my clothing. I usually wear "combinations," a lovely garment resulting from combining the chemise with the drawers. I always wear two pair, as I like the two layers of silk beneath my corsets; they add a certain measure of "lubrication" between my body and the corsets, making them considerably less confining, and eliminating chafing altogether. I have to admit that the multiple layers of silk sliding back and forth over each other is very stimulating to me. My day corsets all fit me about the same: from armpit to hips, with the waist forced low against the top of the pelvis (pretty much the design of the late 1890's). They differ in stiffness, degree of compression, and amount of constriction about the ribs and diaphragm. My daily choice is made according to my expected activities. If I'm going to be sitting around in the library, studying, I will choose a much more severe one than if I'm going to be shopping or lunching with a client. During the day I always wear a pair of regular nylon stockings (the flat-knitted, non-stretch kind with seams and reinforced heel and toe) gartered to my corset. I wear another silk combination over the corset. Finally, a couple of frilly slips and then my clothes. My favorite "modern" clothes are silk blouses with long, billowy sleeves, and a full skirt, usually of a heavier silk or muted satin. I also love patterned silk dresses, especially the shirtwaist style. I wear my dresses quite long, about half-way to my ankles, a length which is always fashionable. I usually wear a nice wool jacket or a light blazer on top, depending on the temperature. I've always worn hats, and lately I've begun to experiment with veils. I'm sure I wouldn't get near as many stares if I lived in New York or Los Angeles, but here in Salt Lake you just don't see that many hats, let alone veils. Like it? Want more? Email me! Tight Hugs >< Jeff 76334,2303